He Asked Me To Be His Mistress So I Left Him For Good Chapter 08

He Asked Me To Be His Mistress So I Left Him For Good Chapter 08

After Elliot finished his long, rambling story, my heart 

still felt nothing. 

Those things were too far away from me now. 

The misery of the past had long been filled in by the happiness that came after. 

When he finally stopped, I only asked politely, “Are you finished?” 

Compared with listening to him talk about the past, I cared more about my husband. 

I had not seen him for a few hours, and I already missed him a little. 

So I kept looking outside. 

Elliot seemed to notice that small movement too. Every time I glanced toward my husband, his expression. grew even dimmer. 

Then he would use another question to pull me back. 

“Are you based in London?” 

“No.” 

“Then where are you based? Can you tell me?” 

“No.” 

“How long are you staying in London? Will we have a chance to meet again?” 

“No comment.” 

My patience was almost gone, so my answers were 

quick and brief. 

At last, Elliot stopped trying to keep me there. 

“Go find your husband. I hope we can meet again. 

someday.” 

I let out a breath of relief and stood up. Just as I was 

about to leave, Elliot called out to me again. 

“Bianca.” 

“Hmm?” 

“Do you remember when I said you were my white 

rose?” 

“I remember.” 

“You will always be my white rose. I never fell in love 

with the red rose. I was only blinded for a short while 

by how dazzling she looked.” 

He sounded as if he were making a vow. I did not say 

anything. I only nodded unconsciously. 

Then I turned to leave. 

But the moment I brushed past him, he called out to me 

again, his voice trembling and choked. 

“Can you call me baby one more time? I want to hear 

it.” 

I did not say it. I was someone else’s wife now. That 

kind of name was no longer appropriate. 

Elliot stood there, visibly hurt. After a long while, he said softly, “Then can I call you baby one more time?” 

“That’s your business. It has nothing to do with me.” 

After saying that, I started walking again. I thought he 

would not say it. 

But after a long moment, a loud “Baby” suddenly came 

from behind me. 

I turned back without thinking and saw Elliot standing 

there, facing my retreating figure with tears streaming 

down his face. 

“Baby, I really, really miss you. If there’s another life, I 

won’t treat you that way again.” 

I smiled at him, but I did not stop. I walked out. 

My husband immediately came over and took my hand, 

lacing his fingers through mine just as he had before 

we went inside. 

Together, we returned to the street where we had run 

into Elliot. 

The rain was still falling. London’s streets were still damp, but my heart felt bright and clear.